Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.